Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [79]

Roughly three kilometers from Lyon, Martha—disguised as a paladin—met up with the Mad Lancer and Mad Assassin.

“You’re late!”

The Lancer, shrouded in madness, had lost all his usual elegance. His eyes were cold as he glared at the paladin, who clearly had a dragon yet insisted on walking the entire way. Reason told him something was off, but the next instant, the madness in his mind overwhelmed him, smothering any suspicion.

“Seems you’re not the only one, Rider. Looks like you haven’t finished your work either.”

“Is it the saint’s mercy holding you back? Or are you another one of those holy types?”

The Berserker Assassin—a voluptuous woman in every sense—regarded the tightly armored paladin with a hostile stare, as if trying to see through the metal and uncover the person beneath.

Gulp.

Nervous under that gaze, Martha swallowed hard, not sure how to respond.

But at that moment, the white dragon at her side could restrain his contempt no longer. He leapt forward with a snort.

I can dislike her all I want—but who are you two to talk like that to anyone beside me?

ROAR—

The white dragon spread his wings and lunged straight at the Mad Assassin, a beam of searing white light flashing in his jaws—a [Burst Stream of Destruction] aimed right at the Lancer rushing to her aid.

BOOM!!!

A compact ball of white light, no bigger than a basketball, shot from the dragon’s mouth.

But its power was immense.

Though his body was smaller, the strength sealed within was undiminished. Even a casual shot unleashed such a shockwave that it shook Lyon three kilometers away.

As for the Mad Lancer and Mad Assassin—Bluey controlled his strength with precision, at least enough not to kill them outright.

ROAR—

Proudly displaying his power, the white dragon circled back to Martha’s side, immensely pleased with himself.

“A-amazing!”

Staring at the crater left in the earth—a sight like a meteor’s impact—Martha was left speechless.

She’d thought this white dragon was simply unusual and adorable, but seeing such overwhelming power firsthand erased any sense of condescension.

“Ten times—no, a hundred times.”

“His strength is at least a hundred times greater than Tarasque’s.”

The saint who once subdued the French Dragon silently compared her old foe to Bluey in her heart.

At the same time, her curiosity deepened about the golden-haired, conspicuously ahoge’d knight by the dragon’s side.

To be allied with a dragon like that…

Just who was this knight?

…

The light of the explosion faded; the smoke settled.

The two battered Heroic Spirits, wounds already closing thanks to magical energy, forced themselves upright.

Such was the benefit of being a Heroic Spirit.

Unlike ordinary mortals, they had no true fatal weakness. Unless dealt a mortal blow in one strike, they could heal any injury as long as their Master provided mana.

And Jeanne Alter… held the Holy Grail, a source of infinite magical power.

With the “False Grail” sustaining them, the two injured servants quickly recovered, their strength restored.

Step.

Almost in unison, they stepped forward—pressure rolling off them like a wave.

“Tch. So we’re fighting after all?”

Seeing the two rise, Martha gritted her teeth, hiding her right fist behind her back—ready to strike at just the right moment.

Yet—

Step.

Once more, a synchronized sound.

But this time, it was not an aggressive stride, but Mad Lancer dropping to one knee, Mad Assassin bowing low.

“Surrender!”

Martha turned in stunned confusion toward the white dragon at her side.

Bluey couldn’t even be bothered to look at them.

Strength rules; the victor is king—this is the law among dragons.

These two may be humans at their core, but tainted with the concept of [Dragon] by the legends of later generations, they couldn’t help but adopt a dragon’s ways.

Vlad III, the Impaler.

Carmilla, the Bloody Countess.

Both, twisted by the blood of sin, had become monsters—“dragons,” as humanity named them.

And isn’t that the truest definition of “dragon” in human legend?

What is a dragon?

A dragon is a monster, dragon is terror, dragon is calamity!

Martha watched the scene in a daze.

As a saint, she wasn’t sure she understood what had just happened.

Was it really my fists, not my faith, that made Tarasque submit back then?

The thought flickered in her mind—but she had no time to seek the answer.

“The enemy’s coming!”

“So fast!”

A blue-green light streaked from Lyon, crossing the distance in an instant.

—Sword raised high.

A single blow, wound up and ready, aimed at the three enemy servants. This was a hero who had once faced dragons himself—utterly fearless.

Not good!

Martha, herself an expert in hand-to-hand combat, saw the muscular form and instantly sensed trouble.

She’d thought he was a speed-type—never expected a full-power charge from a heavyweight. Though they outnumbered him, taking a hit from a full-on charge would be a terrible idea.

Yes—dodge first, then look for an opening to counterattack.

The battle shifted in a heartbeat, and Martha relied on her experience to choose the best response.

Except—

“Wait, wait a sec.”

“Where are you going?!”

She watched, clutching her head, as her teammates suddenly leapt out to meet the blow head-on.

I forgot—they’re all the type who never think things through!

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